If you were at all like me
You managed to keep yourself hid
A patchwork quilt of a life
For putting you in my song
But the spirit she moves me
In fact she pushes me along
It's a patchwork quilt of a life
Saddest sound that I ever heard
The bluest note that nobody could play
Ravens sang with us that night on the stage
Tears of sadness, tears of rage
But nobody spoke, we all felt old
Or above me, I don't know
God, how could you, I heard someone say
And what do we do with our lives now anyway?
Now that our North Star can no longer be found
But there's a banjo moon in a tie-dyed sky
Hippies dance and babies cry
Church bells ring as a silver-haired angel look down
And the blood of his music runs through the veins of our guitars
If you were at all like me
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